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TJ takes my hand. “Come on. I know a better way to get out your aggression.”
When I realize he’s leading me toward the octagon-shaped boxing ring, I dig my heels and laugh. “Oh, no. I am not getting in that ring.”
“Yes, you are.”
I cross my arms over my chest, nose in the air. “I won’t.”
TJ bends forward and hoists me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!”
His chest rumbles against my thighs, and I know he’s laughing.
He slips off my sneakers and socks and then tosses them outside the ring before setting me on my feet. Wearing that cocky smirk, he holds his hands up in front of his face, palms facing me. “Hit me.”
I roll my eyes and prop my hands on my hips. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not going to hit you.”
“Come on. Afraid you’re going to break a nail?”
My hands drop to my sides and ball into fists. “More like I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
He grins wide. “Do your best, baby girl. Let’s see what you got.”
I hurl my fist at his stomach, but he catches it before I make contact. “Atta girl,” he says. “Again.”
I jab again and follow it up with a left hook, catching him off guard.
He’s chuckling as he rubs his shoulder. “Damn, that was a solid punch.”
“Good. Now are we done here? I’d like to clock out. Didn’t sleep last night and I’m exhausted.”
TJ lunges toward me, hooking his arm around my leg, and slams me onto my back in the middle of the ring. With his giant arms wrapped around my body, it didn’t hurt. But it sure as hell surprised me.
I squirm to get out from under him, but he presses his pelvis against me and pins my wrists above my head.
This would be really hot if I wasn’t so pissed off.
We have a staring match for a good minute before I cave. “What do you want from me?” I ask, chest heaving against his.
“You ran out of my apartment this morning like a bat outta hell. Then I catch you attacking a piece of paper with a stapler. I want you to tell me why you’re so mad.”
“And I want you to get off me.”
He releases my hands and helps me to my feet. “Better?”
“Much.” I pace around the ring, thinking of a way to escape this conversation.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“I liked you much better when you were locked inside that room every day.”
“Want to see what I’ve been doing in there?”
I falter, coming to a stop in front of him. “You’re actually going to show me?”
He nods, gesturing in the direction of the room. “Let’s go.”
I scoot out of the ring before he has time to change his mind.
